Author's Note:
I was uncertain about the "label" of this Chapter.
"Incest/Taboo" (which hovers on all the Stories), "Group Sex" or "Mature"?
I choosed the latter one, because is prevailing, in my opinion.
Enjoy and, please, let me know your comments! I'm anxious to reed them. Thanks.
For some minutes John cradled the helpless Carol like a baby, enjoying the roundness and smoothness of her small body, scooped up in his large arms.
The mature housewife had been fully tamed: now she was nothing else than a sex slave he could use and abuse any time and any way; she was totally submitted to his desires. Strong as a bull, he liked to handle the diminutive woman and show her off to her turned-on son: she was his little toy.
"You need some fun, don't you?" he told Carol, squeezing one thick nipple with his rough fingers, through the transparent camisole, till she let out a soft moan and a shiver ran along her body.
"Scott!!" he asked the astonished boy "D'you want to watch my exercises with this pixie?"
Scott nodded. He was, now, totally involved in the hot performances between mom and the voracious stud.
"Mmmmmmmm. . . lil one . . . you're so sweet!!" John raised Carol's body up in the air, to his head's level, nuzzling in her navel.
"Ohhhhhh. . . ahhhhhhh. . . " she uttered, while her legs started flailing around and her tiny hands clutched his massive biceps.
"Yes. . . yes. . . little chick. . . you love it. . . you little thing!!" he said, as though he was talking to a child.
Still working his mouth and tongue over the round, white flesh of her belly, John began walking across the room, holding the small woman up in his arms, like a weightless package.
When the young goliath was in front of the mirror he stopped, looking with satisfaction at the helpless, middle age wife, he was handling and manipulating in her own house.
"Watch, boy, watch your Lilliputian mommy! She's my plaything!" The big stud planted a brushing, loud kiss on Carol's fleshy thigh; then, in excitement, he threw the fifty-two years old up in the air, before caughting her again in his strong arms.
She was his prey, his toy: he wanted make her feel herself like an obedient schoolgirl, a submitted slave. Uncaring of her shrieks of protest, he repeated this action four, five, six times. When he stopped, he gave a look to her son.
The powerful eroticism emanating from the sight of a small woman, his own mom, that a dominant, huge, strong male, much much younger than her, was easily manhandling, as though she was a rag doll, was driving Scott to madness. He had freed himself from the shorts he wore and now he was openly stroking his thick cock.
"You love my games with mom, don't you?" John gently rocked the woman in his huge arms like an infant. "I'm her big daddy and she's my little child!" His tongue flicked her navel, making her loudly squeal.
"Yeah. . . yeah. . ." Scott gasped, as his hand jerked spasmodically his shaft.
"I've never had in my arms a yummy mommy so easy to lift and so sweet to eat as this little thing!" John's words were followed by some soft kisses on her neck and lips, then he continued: "Boy, your mommy is a doll! I can carry her like that all night long! A fucking hot-titted doll!"
He was driving Scott to madness.
"Watch your boy, lil one!" John turned the woman around and made her to face her masturbating son. "He enjoys seeing his mini mommy in the arms of a young maxi stallion. Watch how much he enjoys!"
"Ohhhhhh. . . soooo bad. . ." she yelled. And, in response, again the tall stud tossed her upward a couple of times. He felt his immense cock hardening from the sense of power over the small Carol, a much older female he could handle in his arms so easily as though she was a plaything.
When, twenty-four hours ago, he entered, with his companions, the rich Blum's property, surely he didn't imagine to find, inside the house, this sexy lady with such a delicious body. A little hot number he had been able to demolish, in few time, in front of her family, transforming her in a fully dominated fuck-toy to share with his buddies. And, moreover, her son had been compelled to witness their sadistic games with the captive mommy.
A hot stream of sperm shot out of Scott's dick: the manipulation of his small mother by the white giant, whose hands freely roamed over her fully available body had been a devastating sight, which had made him erupt like a volcano.
"My god. . . ohhhhh. . . my god!" Carol exclaimed, looking at the pool of her son's jizz on the floor.
"You watched enough, boy!" John's voice echoed in the room. "Go to the kitchen, now, and help my friends to prepare something to eat, for our starving stomachs. And don't worry about the bimbo! She's in good hands!"
And because Scott was still hesitant, "Hurry up, dude!" he solicited him. "I know that you love staring at your little mommy, when she's played like a child! But now it's dinner time!"
With that, John walked to the kitchen, immediately followed by the boy, who didn't turn his eyes from his loving mother; she giggled and squealed like a young girl, as the big stud carried her in his arms, without stopping to nibble and lick her smooth skin.
In the kitchen, Tom and Nick welcomed the trio with some sarcastic comments.
"Look, pal!!" Nick exclaimed. "The little thing and her daddy!!"
"Hey, boy!" someone told Scott. "Did you taste a piece of mom's ass?"
"Or were you only watching and jerking your dickie?" the other one insisted.
"Give me the old chick, John!" Tom asked, approachig his friend. "I missed these white melons. Let me have a quick snack on them!!"
"Nope! You already had your own!" John's tone of voice didn't admit objection. "Now the girl is all mine!!" And, to reinforce these words, he bent his head down and mouthed voraciously one of Carol's delicious bare arms.
Her firm flesh filled his mouth, while her body struggled in his tight embrace. "You, guys!!" John ordered. "Get the dinner ready! I'll wait, with my child, in the dining room! Okay, little pussy? Let me fondle you a little, while the boys, here, are cooking." And his vicious teeth bit again her upper arm and shoulder.
"Ohhhhhhh. . .!!" she moaned helplessly, letting him carry her, like a doll, to the adjacent room, where he entered, without closing the door.
A large chair was in a corner; John took place there and sat the woman, facing him, on his lap; her legs were wide spread on either side of him.
For some instants the young stud gave a look of admiration to his precious prey.
Indeed Carol, despite her no more green age, was a petite bombshell; barely four feet and ten inches in height, her ninety pounds were an adorable mass of white flesh, covered by a pale light and unblemished skin, tender and resilient to the touch. A sexy brunette, with an angelic face, a little nose and two brown eyes over a perfectly formed body; two large double D boobs that looked huge on her tiny frame; a narrow waist ending in a tight, upturned butt and a pair of fleshy thighs and slender legs.
"A true pocket-beauty!" John thought, caressing with his meaty fingers, up and down, the white skin of her upper arms and neck.
"You are luscious, Carol!" he told her.
"Thank you!" she said.
